Blacktail Deer Plateau her flesh is dust and ashes

for @Mallaidh

thyri flutters to and fro sangeda and teekon wilds like a bird lost in a gale storm. perhaps, metaphorically, she is. she knows what she wants and she knows how she must go about getting it but every time something calls her elsewhere. it is that call to elsewhere that finds her back in the trappings of the teekon wilds. she is reluctant, at first, because it makes her think of darcia and she misses the ironclad reaper. she misses him with a flutter in her chest, soft and easily missed were she not paying attention, not unlike the caress of a butterfly's wings. the thespian queen steels her resolve, tucks away those feelings of longing and ventures into the place of her birth with purposeful steps.

as she always does every time, she nears drageda but never enough to be considered too close to it. she is curious, but she thinks of eske and heda and everything she continues to leave unresolved with the promise of 'some day' and never strays too close. eske is not the type to let someone she has deemed a traitor back into her life, thyri knows; and the thespian queen was never close with the youngest and wildest of her litter but she knows enough of her to understand that fact will never change. her thoughts take her only to draw her back to the surface as she begins to venture into the shaded canopy of blacktail deer plateau seeking refuge from the unrelenting midday sun that bears down upon her and realizes that scents linger. not defined enough to be a pack per-say: she would have noticed the scent of borders and wolves much sooner would there have been but her pace slows and ears dripped in golden champagne cup forth atop her skull, alert. she continues to move through the territory, however; choosing to keep her eyes and ears attuned to the encompassing forest around her in case she comes across anyone — or alternatively if they come across her.